Supporting Olivia Like Never Before
A Tiny Love Triangle
chapter 9
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azazel8
“…a simple string-bikini top. Nothing too fancy.” You wanted to say that there was nothing ‘simple’ about turning a one-inch man into any kind of bikini top, but you were glad at least that Olivia wasn’t going for anything too extreme. Not that the thought made what happened next any more pleasant, as your girlfriend picked up your elongated body and violently twisted it, making you feel as if your lungs and stomach were being crushed as they became a tight knot of flesh while your head and pelvis were left on either side. Somehow your limbs were actually wormed out of the rest of your body while this was going on and were quickly seized to serve as the eponymous strings. It felt like your arms and legs were going to be pulled from their sockets as they were stretched to unbearable lengths before being tied off, though you had little time to dwell on it before the next painful step.
This wasn’t exactly the first time someone had worked over your head while forming you into some undesirable form, but it was never something that got any easier for you, least of all when those same hands were simultaneously given your lower half a workover as well, likely entirely heedless of what they were touching. Focusing as best you could, you groaned internally as one of Oliva’s fingers pressed into your eye socket, feeling your head being essentially folded over horizontally as you were twisted and worked into something of a double layer of fleshy fabric. The end result, when the pain finally stopped, and you were left looking at what you had become in the nearby mirror was that your eyes and ears, though invisible to all but the most careful examination, were somewhere on the exterior of the right cup of what now resembled a distinctly tan coloured bikini, while your mouth and nose were located on the interior, soon to be pressed firmly against your girlfriend’s curvy flesh.
A moment later you were being pulled over said flesh, and while there was a part of you that still enjoyed being pressed against the warmth of your lover’s body, such enjoyment was short lived as the supporting arms let go and the full weight of her chest fell upon you. Instantly you could feel the strain in your stretched limbs and twisted body alike, the twin masses bearing down on you like planets falling from above. As your body screamed for release you thought you were going to snap free, but in the end you would have no such luck. For her part, Olivia seemed highly pleased with her creation, deliberately hopping in place to make her chest bounce to test your support, while twirling happily to get a good look at your new body. “Oh wow Andrew. Your skin tone looks so good against mine. It’s like we were made for each other.” She smiled dreamily, though you had no idea what she was thinking about. “And you’re so supportive. I think you may just be the best top I’ve ever worn.”
Even if you were capable of responding you didn’t know what you would say to that. You had always believed that Olivia was your soulmate. That you were made for each other. But not like this. Never like this. You felt a pit of dread forming in your stomach as you contemplated the horrid possibility that your partner may actually someday come to think of you more as clothing than as a man. The thought was still haunting your mind when a shirt was pulled over you, hiding you from sight before your wearer headed back to the living room, exchanging a brief conversation with the waiting Mackenzie before the two headed to their car and commenced the long drive to the nearest beach.
While the pressure of the seatbelt at your back was unpleasant, the drive at least gave you some relief from the weight of Olivia’s chest, with her reclined position in the passenger seat taking some of the burden away. Much to your consternation, it seemed that you were very much out-of-sight out-of-mind, at least for the time being, as Mackenzie was quick to turn on the radio and the two girls sang along happily to whatever music happened to be on as they travelled along, no mention of your situation whatsoever. It was only after they left the car that you were exposed to the light again, the brunette whipping off her t-shirt to pose for a selfie with her best friend, both smiling widely as they showed off their respective swimwear, further emphasised a moment later by Mackenzie’s usual attempt to flirt. “Nice. You look great in this one Olivia. You should dress like that more often.”
For her part, your owner laughed, unintentionally dismissing her friend’s flirtations as nothing more than a joke between friends. “You’re such a flatterer Mack. Anyway, it’s partially due to Andrew as well you know. He’s doing a bang-up job as my bikini.” The same brief frown you had seen earlier reappeared for a moment before being supressed with practiced ease, as Mackenzie instead laughed along with her friend. “Well, I do have to admit he does make a great bikini top. I’m almost jealous that you get to keep all of that support for yourself. Still, I think he prefers being worn by you. Having him around your chest really is a win-win situation, don’t you think?” You knew what she was doing, but unfortunately Olivia did not, simply nodding along happily in agreement. “Yeah! We’re a team.”
It would have been nice if remembering your location had led immediately to the relaxing day that your girlfriend had promised you, but unfortunately it seemed that you were no sooner remembered than forgotten again, as the next thing you knew Olivia was bounding happily across the sand, her hefty chest bouncing heavily with every step as she raced Mackenzie to the water. You felt like you were being crushed over and over again as the massive orbs moved within your embrace, and as the surf came into view there was little you could do but try futilely to brace yourself as your host dived in essentially chest first. As you were violently dunked under the cold water rushed into you, chilling you to the bone before Olivia burst back to the surface, breaching like some goddess of the sea as water flew everywhere before she came back down, her chest bouncing erratically with the motion.
Before you could even fully process what had just happened another spray of water struck you, and you blinked your tiny eyes as you took in the sight of Mackenzie, half submerged in water, and with her hands held out in front of her. You realised what had happened a moment before Olivia did and could do little but scream internally before you were dunked again as your oblivious partner dived under the waves, only to emerge a moment later to splash her friend in turn. What followed was a nauseating blur of motion and crushing weight as the two engaged in an impromptu water fight, alternating between chasing each other through the waves and fleeing to the beach to run around in the surf, kicking or throwing sprays of water at every opportunity. Focused as she was on having fun and enjoying her day at the beach, you were once more the furthest thing from Olivia’s mind, a point emphasised as she tripped and feel chest-first into the wet sand, not even pausing for a moment to check if you were okay as she stood and laughed, simply diving back into the water to wash off.
When the frolicking eventually came to an end, both girls panting for breath as they returned to the sands, you felt as if you had been half-drowned and half-crushed by the whole experience. Being so thoroughly soaked had seen you adhere ever tighter to Olivia’s chest, to the point where you were fairly certain she was going to have to peel you off inch by inch, not that she seemed to notice at all. A small glimmer of hope did appear for you as the two set out their towels and plopped down to take it easy for the time being, the brunette’s eyes trailing to her chest for a second before widening as she remembered why her bikini top was tan today. “Oh shit, Andrew. Sorry babe, I forgot you were down there for a moment. That wasn’t too rough for you I hope.” Reaching up one hand she gave your left cup a little rub, not knowing she was crushing your pelvis into her cold-hardened nipple.
Mackenzie suppressed a scoff as she looked over at the two of you, though couldn’t resist throwing a teasing remark. “Oh, he’s fine. Little guy is probably just happy he was able to support you for once.” To her credit, Olivia wasn’t quite ready to let that one go, and shot her friend a mildly indignant look. “Don’t be mean Mack. Andrew is always supportive of me you know. Or… he tries to be at least.” Despite herself, she glanced down at you again and bit her lip. “Admittedly this is a bit more practical then what he can usually offer. B-but, that doesn’t mean I love him as a man any less, okay?” She was starting to sound unsure herself, and you internally shuddered at the implications. You needed to get back to normal, and quickly, or there was no telling what twisted fate may yet still await you.
Not that there was anything you could do to escape now, still tightly wrapped around Olivia’s chest. Worn out, it appeared that your wearer had decided now was a good time to do some sunbathing, as you watched her rub a fresh layer of sunscreen into her exposed skin, though apparently not thinking to do the same for you. Mackenzie said something about getting an ice-cream and wandered off, leaving the two of you alone to soak up the sun’s rays together, which could have almost been pleasant if not for your current position, and the fact that you could already feel those same rays beginning to bite against your exposed skin, not to mention glaring into your eyes. Above you, Olivia donned a pair of sunglasses and got comfortable, quite possibly intending to actually take a nap.
This wasn’t exactly the first time someone had worked over your head while forming you into some undesirable form, but it was never something that got any easier for you, least of all when those same hands were simultaneously given your lower half a workover as well, likely entirely heedless of what they were touching. Focusing as best you could, you groaned internally as one of Oliva’s fingers pressed into your eye socket, feeling your head being essentially folded over horizontally as you were twisted and worked into something of a double layer of fleshy fabric. The end result, when the pain finally stopped, and you were left looking at what you had become in the nearby mirror was that your eyes and ears, though invisible to all but the most careful examination, were somewhere on the exterior of the right cup of what now resembled a distinctly tan coloured bikini, while your mouth and nose were located on the interior, soon to be pressed firmly against your girlfriend’s curvy flesh.
A moment later you were being pulled over said flesh, and while there was a part of you that still enjoyed being pressed against the warmth of your lover’s body, such enjoyment was short lived as the supporting arms let go and the full weight of her chest fell upon you. Instantly you could feel the strain in your stretched limbs and twisted body alike, the twin masses bearing down on you like planets falling from above. As your body screamed for release you thought you were going to snap free, but in the end you would have no such luck. For her part, Olivia seemed highly pleased with her creation, deliberately hopping in place to make her chest bounce to test your support, while twirling happily to get a good look at your new body. “Oh wow Andrew. Your skin tone looks so good against mine. It’s like we were made for each other.” She smiled dreamily, though you had no idea what she was thinking about. “And you’re so supportive. I think you may just be the best top I’ve ever worn.”
Even if you were capable of responding you didn’t know what you would say to that. You had always believed that Olivia was your soulmate. That you were made for each other. But not like this. Never like this. You felt a pit of dread forming in your stomach as you contemplated the horrid possibility that your partner may actually someday come to think of you more as clothing than as a man. The thought was still haunting your mind when a shirt was pulled over you, hiding you from sight before your wearer headed back to the living room, exchanging a brief conversation with the waiting Mackenzie before the two headed to their car and commenced the long drive to the nearest beach.
While the pressure of the seatbelt at your back was unpleasant, the drive at least gave you some relief from the weight of Olivia’s chest, with her reclined position in the passenger seat taking some of the burden away. Much to your consternation, it seemed that you were very much out-of-sight out-of-mind, at least for the time being, as Mackenzie was quick to turn on the radio and the two girls sang along happily to whatever music happened to be on as they travelled along, no mention of your situation whatsoever. It was only after they left the car that you were exposed to the light again, the brunette whipping off her t-shirt to pose for a selfie with her best friend, both smiling widely as they showed off their respective swimwear, further emphasised a moment later by Mackenzie’s usual attempt to flirt. “Nice. You look great in this one Olivia. You should dress like that more often.”
For her part, your owner laughed, unintentionally dismissing her friend’s flirtations as nothing more than a joke between friends. “You’re such a flatterer Mack. Anyway, it’s partially due to Andrew as well you know. He’s doing a bang-up job as my bikini.” The same brief frown you had seen earlier reappeared for a moment before being supressed with practiced ease, as Mackenzie instead laughed along with her friend. “Well, I do have to admit he does make a great bikini top. I’m almost jealous that you get to keep all of that support for yourself. Still, I think he prefers being worn by you. Having him around your chest really is a win-win situation, don’t you think?” You knew what she was doing, but unfortunately Olivia did not, simply nodding along happily in agreement. “Yeah! We’re a team.”
It would have been nice if remembering your location had led immediately to the relaxing day that your girlfriend had promised you, but unfortunately it seemed that you were no sooner remembered than forgotten again, as the next thing you knew Olivia was bounding happily across the sand, her hefty chest bouncing heavily with every step as she raced Mackenzie to the water. You felt like you were being crushed over and over again as the massive orbs moved within your embrace, and as the surf came into view there was little you could do but try futilely to brace yourself as your host dived in essentially chest first. As you were violently dunked under the cold water rushed into you, chilling you to the bone before Olivia burst back to the surface, breaching like some goddess of the sea as water flew everywhere before she came back down, her chest bouncing erratically with the motion.
Before you could even fully process what had just happened another spray of water struck you, and you blinked your tiny eyes as you took in the sight of Mackenzie, half submerged in water, and with her hands held out in front of her. You realised what had happened a moment before Olivia did and could do little but scream internally before you were dunked again as your oblivious partner dived under the waves, only to emerge a moment later to splash her friend in turn. What followed was a nauseating blur of motion and crushing weight as the two engaged in an impromptu water fight, alternating between chasing each other through the waves and fleeing to the beach to run around in the surf, kicking or throwing sprays of water at every opportunity. Focused as she was on having fun and enjoying her day at the beach, you were once more the furthest thing from Olivia’s mind, a point emphasised as she tripped and feel chest-first into the wet sand, not even pausing for a moment to check if you were okay as she stood and laughed, simply diving back into the water to wash off.
When the frolicking eventually came to an end, both girls panting for breath as they returned to the sands, you felt as if you had been half-drowned and half-crushed by the whole experience. Being so thoroughly soaked had seen you adhere ever tighter to Olivia’s chest, to the point where you were fairly certain she was going to have to peel you off inch by inch, not that she seemed to notice at all. A small glimmer of hope did appear for you as the two set out their towels and plopped down to take it easy for the time being, the brunette’s eyes trailing to her chest for a second before widening as she remembered why her bikini top was tan today. “Oh shit, Andrew. Sorry babe, I forgot you were down there for a moment. That wasn’t too rough for you I hope.” Reaching up one hand she gave your left cup a little rub, not knowing she was crushing your pelvis into her cold-hardened nipple.
Mackenzie suppressed a scoff as she looked over at the two of you, though couldn’t resist throwing a teasing remark. “Oh, he’s fine. Little guy is probably just happy he was able to support you for once.” To her credit, Olivia wasn’t quite ready to let that one go, and shot her friend a mildly indignant look. “Don’t be mean Mack. Andrew is always supportive of me you know. Or… he tries to be at least.” Despite herself, she glanced down at you again and bit her lip. “Admittedly this is a bit more practical then what he can usually offer. B-but, that doesn’t mean I love him as a man any less, okay?” She was starting to sound unsure herself, and you internally shuddered at the implications. You needed to get back to normal, and quickly, or there was no telling what twisted fate may yet still await you.
Not that there was anything you could do to escape now, still tightly wrapped around Olivia’s chest. Worn out, it appeared that your wearer had decided now was a good time to do some sunbathing, as you watched her rub a fresh layer of sunscreen into her exposed skin, though apparently not thinking to do the same for you. Mackenzie said something about getting an ice-cream and wandered off, leaving the two of you alone to soak up the sun’s rays together, which could have almost been pleasant if not for your current position, and the fact that you could already feel those same rays beginning to bite against your exposed skin, not to mention glaring into your eyes. Above you, Olivia donned a pair of sunglasses and got comfortable, quite possibly intending to actually take a nap.
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